Peter Pan/Belle

“But why can’t I go with you?” Belle asked.

The seven mwaka old wriggled her shoulders inside her slightly baggy grey tunic. It was a little chilly inside the Palace of Justice. Sarah smiled and put her hands on the child’s shoulders.

“Because the Captain won’t allow someone as small as wewe aboard the ship, Belle. When you’re older, maybe, but for now, wewe have to stay here.”

“You’ll be a good girl for Mr Frollo, won’t you?” added Clayton.

“Yes, Papa,” Belle replied, dutifully. Judge Claude Frollo didn’t really look like the type who’d take care of children, but...

Rapunzel pleaded with mother Gothel:

"Mom please. Let me go outside."

Gothel mother shook her head no. Rapunzel's hair was what she needed. To get the point across, Gothel handed Rapunzel a bowl of cherries.

"Bake pies."

Rapunzel sighed and got to work. She never liked making cherry pie. Rapunzel hated the cherry.

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At that time, Aladin was fleeing Jafar and his men with his usual strength. He had stolen a lamp, and with the genie in that lamp, his dreams would come true. He suddenly realized that the bullies weren't chasing him anymore. But Aladin was very hungry. He had a piece of mkate left...

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ Tᴡᴏ
Tʜᴇ Dɪʟᴇᴍᴍᴀ

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"Merde*," Spy groaned. "We've barely had a siku here and there's already a problem on our hands!"
"Hey, we'll all get through this!" Esmeralda began. "In Paris I've survived really harsh winters, and I didn't even have much back then! If we keep our heads up and hopefully we've gotten--" She was cut off kwa Sniper.
"Yeah, Esmeralda, but...this winter came unexpectedly. It's supposed to be in the middle of summer. We haven't really taken much to go up against these conditions."
"Brrrrr, can we please get nyumbani soon? It's getting cold already!" Rapunzel...

“Away with us he's going,
The solemn-eyed:
He'll hear no zaidi the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest
For he comes, the human child
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand
From a world zaidi full of weeping than he can understand...”

Belle lay on her stomach on the fur, manyoya rug, listening to her father’s soft soothing tones as he recited the poem they all knew kwa moyo once again. It was the only thing that could calm the children on a stormy evening like this. Jim, sitting...

There was a curse that befell a young prince. He was proud, selfish, and arrogant. The curse turned him into a beast. But the curse may be the only way to save him from himself and make him realize the man he could truly be.

Many years before the curse happened, when the young prince was still a boy he was not proud, selfish, au arrogant. In fact he was quite a gentle, kind, and generous natured boy. He was happy living with his parents, two older brothers, an older sister, and a younger sister. His mother was with child with a sixth child. He secretly hoped it was a boy. Not because he did...